Listen to Desolation Row, as I am now
The silent cons , conning, markets, us
cornering counting on us tired being so
To markets and voices they chorus in
Their adverts their tides teases ticements
XX XX X creams cremes screams no one
Hears, they monitor them they silence us
We are pawned pierced passed pussed on
Pissed gloating gleeful in their rouses their
Merde et pis water waste body flow on both
Us and our brooks and streams, waterways,
Lakes and rivers now so impoverished so
Broke, mirrors of the masses of manwoman-
ChildKind just numbers to waste to burn to
Destroy oh boy oh girl, better stand up for
Your kind humankind not be left behind,
Kicked from behind, stamped on trampled
Bled blown to a crisp, charred toast we all
Be, we become if not attended, to, too, now
All of us by, bye to those few, send them off
Put them in a rocket, launch them far farther
farthest away! WAY! Our collective WAY,
Not just their few greedy gross gangly
Abs not normal, sooooo abnormal sooooo
growths, hungry jealous for more
must them break break, they are rotten to
Their very sickly gorged like geese like foie
They are gras grease fat coags so lated inbred
Mated outdated soon slated for pens of boars
Wild beasts to them sooooo feed them control
Them!
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